Page 30 of Filthy Savage

“His?” The word comes out with rage hung around each letter.

She nods, and I hate that he got to touch something so beautiful. To hurt her…

Fuck. I need to kill him. I won’t be able to go on knowing he’s alive.

When her finger grazes the tip of my dick, I forget all about him.

“Keep touching it, baby.” A grunt escapes.

Nervously, she reaches for the piercings, tracing each one slowly. “Did these hurt?”

“At the time, yeah. Now, not at all.”

“Do they feel good?” Her innocent eyes suck me in.

I cup her jaw. “They will for you.”

“Oh…” She swallows.

I laugh to myself. She has no idea how good it can be.

“Stroke me, baby.”

“I don’t really know how to do it right. He always said?—”

Grabbing her throat, I grind my teeth. “Don’t fucking finish that sentence. He doesn’t exist here.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Wanna make it up to me?” I hit her with a half-smile.

“Yes.”

My pulse beats faster. I’m a lucky bastard to have this sweet little thing staring up at me, all innocent and shy.

“Grab my cock. Right at the base.”

Shaky fingers curl around me, peering up expectantly like she wants my instructions, and my dick jerks at the obedience.

“Squeeze it tighter.”

“Like this?” Her small hand doesn’t reach all the way around.

“Yeah, just like that. Now stroke me and keep your hand real tight.”

She fists me up and down, and shit, it feels so damn good.

“Yes, good girl,” I grunt. “That’s it. Tighter.”

She submits to my every demand, and it only makes this a lot more dangerous. Her submission is exactly what I want.

She gyrates her hips as she works me, pressing her ass into the bed while I grind my teeth, wanting her cunt wide open and my tongue inside it.

“Lie down on the bed now.” I pull her hand away. “Think it’s time I got a better taste of that pretty pink pussy. Finger-fucking you just wasn’t enough.”

Her lips tremble as she stares up at me with both arousal and shock, covering her tits with her arms.

I let out a small laugh, a single finger rolling down her arm until goose bumps spread. “Come on, baby. Don’t be shy now. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

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